Dragonflies..Dragonflies..5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A night so warm upon a breeze
Sending shivers through the trees
Breathing life within the night
Creating beauty from the sight
As many dragonflies did fly
Their splendor lighting up the sky
and floating gently to the glow
The warmth, a guide of where to go
Wonder followed the candles blaze
A misty sight in pleasures gaze
A dream she held within her heart
Until the dragonflies did part
A memory stored, to remember when
A simple thought is needed then
To place a smile upon her face
This gentle girl of calm and grace..
PlaguePlague3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seven plagues upon your house
and tonight the flies
are home to roost.
I count their tiny wings
in the room
where your daughter
is not sleeping.
Locusts claimed your orchard
a week before the harvest,
sucked the green
for an angry god
and bore the apples
off to goblin market.
They found boils
upon your mother -
those angry pustules
ladies do not discuss,
in the marriage bed
where your father
does not sleep.
Anthrax has raped your stables,
pillaged the hooves
and left lame stalls
as your fields -
no oxen for your yoke.
And the darkness just keeps
everything in its path,
souring the wine
and bleeding out the laundry
left baking in the tub.
But it is your first born
you will miss the most -
that simple beaming toddler
in his mother's arms.
He has your brother's smile
and the blight of sweetest
where his father's hand
Soothsayer of Pontis 1Soothsayer of Pontis 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In Pontis, the smell of the sea was commonplace, infiltrating buildings, swept in by the consistent breeze that endlessly caressed the city. The deep turquoise ocean itself could be seen from almost any point in the city, and was as familiar to its people as the smells that came with it. From a high balcony within the citadel, Mana could see it all, disappearing towards the horizon. There was no land in sight, but the sound of waves crashing against the unseen, colossal stone pillars which held up the ground under the city offered a sense of gliding steadily across the water. The sun was sinking slowly beneath the endless waters, causing the sky to blush and fade to indigo.
Mana glanced down at the small compass in her hand, with her eyes narrowed under a discerning brow, "we're still going west," she spoke to no one but herself.
Staring at the small, round instrument a while longer, as if expecting the arrow to reassess its trajectory, sh
monstersThere were monsters under her bed, matted between the fine emboss of dust; their long winding limbs crouching between the floorboards, beady eyes protruding through the dark like shattered glass and whispers of inaudible murmurs screaming her name.monsters6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Shed pulled her knees to her undistinguished chest and clenched her eyes until the slither of horrifying jade-tinted light vanished; her fingers curled around the soft white woollen blanket, clutching onto the bass-drum heartbeat and pulsating cries.
There were monsters in her cupboard; made of tangling fingers snaking between the gaps of the chipped wooden door, faces of silent screams, red bones glowing through paper flesh and empty eye-sockets that gouged through her still body.
Shed squealed as she had buried her face in her pillows, cries pouring between her protruding ivory ribs before she had time to contain them; limbs tangled in cotton sheets and tears raining from the rooftops.
There were monsters in the dark corners of
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;